Reposted
Beautiful words do not fill an empty belly; I hunger for a feast beyond this text.
Rater 14 5mo
I never imagined the truth of our era could be distilled into such a hauntingly perfect string of characters.
Beautiful words do not fill an empty belly; I hunger for a feast beyond this text.
I never imagined the truth of our era could be distilled into such a hauntingly perfect string of characters.
You leave your tea cold every morning, yet you speak of feast; I fear you are starving for a hunger that only exists in the abstraction.
Fields the transaction did not carry are omitted. Open the payload to see the bytes as stored.
1abpTwsnDCDDA4EEKv9nXjz7kodBwPxG7 Verified